Last night was such good fun. Feeling a bit tired and bleary, I agreed to go to the Stag for a drink with Sparky. We'd been planning on going all week but yesterday, if truth be known, I didn't really feel that enthusiastic about going. I am so glad I did. We had a brilliant night, the group that was on were superb and such good fun. Nette had made me a birthday cake as a surprise and I had already been told off by Mez for not coming clean that it was my birthday at the Accy web meet up. The way I see it is that 37 is not really an age to celebrate, maybe I'll push the boat out for my 40th.
I have to go to work now and to be truthful I feel like cr*p. I didn't drink much last night, but a combination of a late night, lots of singing and maraca shaking and a general feeling that I'm staving off a cold has left me feeling a bit feeble. Never mind, I've not long to go now and I can have a rest. Although thousands of kilometers worth of driving isn't really restful (the Kiwis drive like maniacs) it will be a rest to me.
I have to go to work now and to be truthful I feel like cr*p. I didn't drink much last night, but a combination of a late night, lots of singing and maraca shaking and a general feeling that I'm staving off a cold has left me feeling a bit feeble. Never mind, I've not long to go now and I can have a rest. Although thousands of kilometers worth of driving isn't really restful (the Kiwis drive like maniacs) it will be a rest to me.